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Tuesday, 14 May 2013

MR. NEWMAN

Everyday I check my mail to see your name.
Nothing.
I know it won't appear ever more.
I know it.
Really.
I do.
Still...
I hope,
I wish,
I see.
I see your blue-rimmed hazel eyes
in a sort of haze
in a craze
fading,
fading...

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